Poem A Boy's World (c)

A Boy’s World

is a boy’s world. Time

to round up friends for a

game of ‘scrub’

our neighbourhood’s

favourite game.

Harry brought his mom’s

Sears to cover first--

Lee uses his shirt for second

and Herve marks third

with his sneakers -- loves

to run the bases in bare feet.

Me? I brought a birthday

bat and ball.  Oh yes we found

a clump of mud for home

plate. Play ball.

Author Notes:

“At the end of growing-older days we remember with fond memories – baseball or scrub as we called it. Most children could not afford any equipment so we improvised. Teams were a mixture of all ages.”